Milked
A poem
Cannot live against mommy
awake while she bleeds
an angel brought the bloodied milk and lets me in her house
sold to the milky way
Who is she?
Why is she losing blood and milk?
Milk red and sharp nails into weak limbs
she has evening wine
washing blood down skin
my name inscribed on her left bosom
her soft figure weighed down by lost blood
she has wine every night
a ritual
she hopes I turn into god
I finger paint her
her skin tight
Full of salty blood
sucking and spitting hurts
like sucking blood
her blood today
with mommy
undulating clots and congealed milk
she sits tired, looking down at me
exhausted
digging her dirty nails into me
Her filthy child sucks on silky drained liquid
pink like lungs
I donโt Drink
I Suck and I Drown and I Gargle and I Spit
baby can drink milk
So why can baby not drink blood?
Salivating
spilling down her glands
no I cannot tell what is blood and what is Milk
pink coddled liquid softens skin
if she was not god
I would stop trying to taste
Is she?
does she wish she could forget?
Or is her pink milk a Gift for me?
Feeding, Infecting
Iโll kneel on all fours like a cow
Milked
fermented breast milk like blood-soaked biscuits
no jam
I'm like mommy
Holding the knife
alive in blood
like in mommyโs womb
milk is not pure white
mommy looks away from the scene
something wrong
mommy gave Me fresh spilled milk
I bathed in it
a sourness becoming sweet
exchanging blood
the moon melts into an empty room
and breast milk cannot wash blood
Can I have, sweet milk, soft skin, gentle hold, for me
only milk with mold
my eyelids droop
my eyes all veins
dry rot grows where i spit milk back
milk me
Me, I suffer in this exchange
body is a vessel
vessel to be used well
so she then sleeps
Because there is no more blood
sheโs crying
milked me
Me, cleanse the pink liquid out of me
Like vomit or cottage cheese
Coddled, coddled, coddled
no biscuits
my mommy lets out a tender scream
and soon I Become Her